Spider-Man: Lust

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After talking to Harry yesterday, I didn't feel like going to school at all, so I popped into a familiar gym. Where I angrily pounded on the machines....

- Kghaaah! - which caused my lungs to collapse and my scars to bake.

Was Gwen having an affair with Osbourne? I wouldn't be surprised... He's rich, and does anyone need more than that? How is Gwen different from the same Silver that....

*Calling*

Opening a text message that came to my phone from an unknown number:

'Hello, this is Silver Sablinova, last night we... Spent the night together.'

Sighing heavily, I tried to forget yesterday, for I was far from proud of the way I ended up acting. After all, I had used the not fully known effect of a not fully known phenomenon on the innocent stranger before me.

'Anyway, I wanted to make an appointment for our next meeting. When are you free?'

Well at least I could get confirmation that my semen now affects women in such a way that they crave it. I wonder how? Do they just want it? Or do they develop a physical dependence? Maybe there's some kind of line or correlation between the amount of contact and the degree of desire?

'I'd love an answer.'

Someone clearly doesn't take the hint.....

'Due to my job, I have certain skills...'

I'm sorry. You may be a hot chick, but leave me alone, please. Let her go look for some bigwig...

'I know where you live. Don't make me visit you, I can stay at your place...'

Suddenly scared, this time I wrote back to Silver. After agreeing to be... Her dildo in male form.

'Next time I see you, I'll buy you something nice.'

.....

Having apparently finished talking to my mammy, I wondered about the body's further reaction to the lack of the drug. Does the girl feel physical pain like a drug addict's body does for lack of a familiar chemical supplement? Or is it much more complicated, and in a sense worse? What if the desire reaches the natural? What if it doesn't feel foreign?

- I think I'm getting carried away...

Maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe she just liked me. After all, no one I've ever had sex with is going crazy on me. What's more, some of them I haven't even seen for quite some time....

I guess I'm really just driven--

- Hey, mate? - I was brought out of my trance by a pair of large watermelons stuffed tightly into a purple sports top.

- What?' I looked up and met the blue eyes of the watermelon lady, who had soft features that made her very hot.

- Will you back me up? - Taking a strand of lush purple hair with the palm of her hand, the stranger pointed to the barbell behind her.

.....

Naturally I agreed to comply with the simple request of the hot stranger who called herself Betsy. Under her heavy sighs next to my crotch, I reflected on the fact that I've only been thinking about that part myself lately.

- Px-take... - I was about to say my goodbyes so I wouldn't have to walk down the beaten path. However: - Hey, how about some food as a thank you?

.....

Not knowing if Betsy was perverted or had something to do with people in suits, I took her up on her offer. Finding myself in a not-so-cozy, what with the lack of customers at the cafe. Betsy invited me to order whatever I wanted.

- A girl? - and when I placed my order, she asked calmly, spreading her arms along the back of the sofa.

- What? Offer yourself as a way to get over her? - the thought of Gwen made me angry.

- Someone's running for the front of the carriage. Peter, do you know you're an interesting bloke? - the stranger's strange words made me put my foot out to make it easier to escape. - A lot of people are interested in me.

- I guess 'many' doesn't mean my qualities, but the number of sides. - Betsy nodded with a smile. - 'And who are we talking about?

- You name it? You can probably guess if you don't limit yourself to myopic organisations like the governments of various countries. - adjusting her sports top between her armpits and breasts, Betsy looked into my eyes with a smile, still waiting for names. - Like... S.H.I.T.... For example... G.I.D.R.A.... Like... Charles Xavier. - the headmaster of that mutant school? Why would he give me up? I'm not a mutant. - Well, your best bet is the Brotherhood of Mutants.

- I take it you're one of the Brotherhood? - I think I've heard of it, but nothing good.

- Yeah. And unlike the rest of us, we don't want to hold you back, but we'll make it easy for you. - Taking the straps of her top, Betsy closed her hand in a second, forcing two delicious watermelons out into the light and squeezing the straps between them.

Looking behind Betsy, I saw that no one was looking at us. Knowing in my brain that this should have made me tense up more and take my escape more seriously, I ended up chained to the couch with my legs and my eyes on her soft pink nipples.

- But I'm not a mutant-.

- No, you're one of us, congratulations. - Taking my right breast, Betsy squeezed it, her hand sinking into the volume and softness.

- What do you want?

- Me? To get pregnant. What does Magneto want? - Apparently he's in charge. - Something similar.

- And you're not gonna tell me what, because? - instead of answering, Betsy licked and then bit her nipple. - It's you who wants to be the one.

- If you keep thinking like that, I might take offence. - Now the stimulation went from the visual to the physical as Betsy's toes pressed against my crotch. - I have a confession to make, Peter. I'm loyal until I get a bigger, stronger offer from an employer.

- I'm afraid to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly what you'd call strong.

- Yeah, but your baby will be. - her words partly made my eyebrow jump up, the other reason for that reaction was the zip that Betsy undid with her toes. - And I want it.

- And in return? - Instead of asking a thousand questions about where the whole baby idea came from in the first place, I cut to the chase. I can't say the foot stroking my cock didn't play its part in the rush.

- Like all parents, we're supposed to be friends. And I'm a very good friend, capable not only of giving joy and support, but also....

- Offer protection?

- Not only that. I can keep serious problems at bay.

- What about the baby?

- In time, I'll replace you, don't worry.

- And if I say no. - I was surprised by Betsy's smile.

- You lose your freedom. It doesn't matter if I grab you and take you to Magneto, get my turn, which might end well. Or someone else will grab you. After all, the Shield's already out there looking at you.

- And why haven't they grabbed me yet?

- Waiting for the big fish to grab you? They want to use you as a way to control individuals like me? Can't decide if they should just eliminate you? There's a lot of options, but none of them work in your favour. Sooner or later, they'll come after you, and at the very least, you'll lose your freedom.

- And the fraternity?

- Emma's gonna make you a vegetable if you don't agree to a daily routine of sex with a dozen beauties.

It made me gulp. Honestly, fear had gripped me so much that I didn't even think to question Betsy's words. Therefore...

.....

I accepted her offer of protection. That's how we ended up in the loo of the same cafe.

- Nice machine, just needs some lubrication. Mwahhhh.

Holding my cock between her gorgeous tits, my new acquaintance, who had asked to be called Psylocke, drooled thickly into her pussy.

- You like that, huh?

Smiling predatorily, Betsy began to jack my cock. She arched her back so that I had a view of her gorgeous ass in her tight-fitting black shorts.

- Are you wet for me yet? I love the reciprocity.

Running my tongue over my teeth, giving a clear direction of where Psylocke wants me to come down. The girl herself stopped jerking off, beginning to knead my cock with her breasts in even motions.

- I love it. - Because of the proximity of the end, I had to clench my hands to keep from cumming at any moment.

- Oh, what? Or who?

- Good bitches!

- A-Amnmmmmmmmm?!

Not tolerating the position from below, I put the predator on my cock, finishing my masturbation with her head already.

- Amnnmmm...

But as she asked, I cum in her mouth. Which, after I let go of her head, continued to remain wide open, with cum in watery columns binding her upper and lower teeth.

- Mnhmmm...

Running her tongue over my teeth a second time, followed by Psylocke swallowing loudly a few times. She stuck out her tongue, the saliva from which she used to moisten her erect nipples.

- Let's go.

Of all the suggestions I expected to hear, Betsy made the one that made me tilt my head questioningly. She didn't give me any consideration, however, and simply walked out of the bathroom stall.

- Well, what are you waiting for?

To lean on the changing table and put her voluminous arse in my direction. By the way, we were in the ladies' room, for Psylocke was annoyed at the thought of any guy seeing her, much less letting himself jerk her off. Thinking back on it, I said:

- But I don't want to be seen~.

- That's an easy fix.

Standing up again, Psylocke took hold of the edges of her tight shorts and pulled them down, exposing her lush thighs, her penetration-hungry ass, and a view of the line of moisture dipping from her pussy.

- Put them on.

Next she handed me the warm and wet shorts. At first I wanted to refuse, but seeing Betsy's eyes shake in anticipation, as if she were ready to cum at the mere idea, I made a concession to the one who had promised me protection

- Oh, yes.

And indeed, the delicate fabric was on my face. As Psylocke rushed to caress herself, her lush breasts, her attention-demanding pussy.

- That's right, bend me over like a whore!

As I turned her muscular body round and toppled her back onto the table, Psylocke broke out in lustful laughter and remarks.

- Mnhmmm... So big...

Inserting my head between her soft lips, I felt the eager sucking, inviting her in.

- Oh, yes. You're pulling me in!

As I slowly brought my mate into my wet captivity, Psylocke gently wiggled her hips as if to thrust.

- God, fuck-Mnghmmmmm!!!

Pushing all the way in, a deafening scream escaped Betsy's lips, which I had to muffle with the palm of my hand so no one outside would pay attention. With such a tight cunt, there was no way I wanted to part with it.

- Hmmm!

Still keeping my palm on her mouth, I began to move gently. Frankly, at full thrust, Psylocke was hugging me so tightly that I wanted to cum just like that.

- Dhmmm!.. Dhamm!...

But sex is a two-person dance. So I started thrusting my hips into her wide arse. God, her arse with its snow-white skin was begging to bite.

- Mnhmmm! Ahem!

While my hands played with her voluminous arse, Psylocke started licking my fingers, penetrating my tongue between them as if it were into her engorged tender pussy.

- Amnnmmm!... Mnnmm!...

Judging by her movements, she was much better trained to lick pussy than cock. I'll have a chance to pull her up, I just need to get her hard!

- Aamn-Ahhhhh!

Wrapping my purple hair around my fist, I sped up, in full control of Psylocke's body, whose breasts were pressed tightly against the table, bulging hills peeking out from behind the backrest.

- Dhaaaaah!... Shilneeee!...

With my fingers in her mouth, Psylocke began to forget herself. So did I, intoxicated by the smell of shorts - sour from sweat, post-workout; sweet from a thirsty woman; dirty from sweat.

- Kggh!...

- Aaahhhhhh!...

Cumming inside Psylocke, her sweetish odour made me harden inside her again. Which cut short Betsy's climactic scream, making her almost soundlessly shriek.

- Nnghaaaaah!

And to get her breathing again, I resumed pounding my new bodyguard's tender pussy.

* Thumping *

- Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

- Come out or we'll call the police!

- Yeah, fuck me! Make me a slave to your cock.

I couldn't stop pushing my sperm inside Psylocke, I wanted to fuck her until she was brain-dead and the mother of my child.

-Later.

- Now, Mr Parker, you're being charged with a breach of decorum.

- Look, Detective, this is my first offence. - I put my handcuffed hands on the table in a pathetic, innocent face.

- Mm-hmm. - With a completely disbelieving smile, the detective rolled her eyes, holding out an answer. - It's a first for me too, catching a guy jerking off in a locked ladies' room. A tip for the future, don't make the porn sound so loud or buy headphones.

- Detective Watanabe! I had a girl with me, but she just ran away.

- Ah-ha. - and once again Yuriko Watanabe stretched out an 'ah-ha' and smiled without the slightest faith in my words.